I inwardly applauded the girls because they didn't pull up their jumpsuits until after all the spear straps were completed.The spear holders worked ev...n better than I had expected with one exception. They fit comfortably and hardly restricted movement at all, and the spears came free quickly and easily, but the single exception was it took some practice and coordination to get the spear back into the lower strap without help. Well nothing is perfect.With everything packed and the three of us. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she dressed. Not out of the need for a cheap thrill but, because he wasn’t one hundred percent positive she was a captive here, and he needed to be sure she wouldn’t try to bolt and give warning. Her eyes kept flicking to Taylor then away as she got dressed, a measure of fear returning to her eyes. Once she was finally dressed in the sandals, dirty jeans and a somewhat torn shirt, Taylor had noted there were no undergarments in her discarded clothes, he pulled. To my surprise though, Michael never lost his erection completely. As we were talking I suddenly felt his penis stirring deep inside of me and it was apparently growing harder. I felt Michael’s hand go to my lower belly just above my hair line and gently began to rub it right over where his penis was inside of me. I really enjoyed him doing that and it seemed so sweet of him. As he continued massaging my belly his penis was getting very hard and I was wondering if I could manage to get him. I particularly hated Richard the scout leader. He was far too nice and pleasant and supportive for his own good. So much so that he lets us scouts walk all over him. He was so nice he was all the things a girl my age hated. Every time he spoke about being nice to others and always being prepared to do a good turn I'd roll my eyes.His daughter, Joy, was anything but. She was a nasty spoiled rotten piece of work. She was the same age as me and pretended to be angelic and good but was just.